15. Hannah
Hannah
Iwoke up in Brakkus’s bed with the sun seeping through the curtains.
The memory of the night before slowly rose in my mind.
I didn’t have a word big enough for how it felt.
It was dark, and there’d been wine, and there’d been a whole strange once-in-a-lifetime quality to it.
Now it was morning, and I was rehearsing a speech about boundaries, when I realized he wasn’t in the bed next to me.
I turned onto my side, running my hand over the space where he’d been.
As soon as I sat up and looked around for him, he walked through the bedroom door holding a tray of food. I blinked, taking in his small smile and bashful eyes.
“Morning, beautiful,” he said, setting the tray down in front of me.
“Otto!” I said, about to get up.
“Otto is fine. Lola took him down to the community playground. I told her you weren’t feeling well.”
“Okay,” I said, settling back against the headboard.
I looked down at the tray. There was a plate of waffles, scrambled eggs, bacon, orange juice, and coffee. There was also a sprig of autumn sage in a bud vase, the flower bright red and smelling like pine and eucalyptus.
“Eat,” he said, sitting back on an upholstered armchair to watch me.
“What about you?” I asked, taking a sip of juice.
“I ate already. It’s past nine.”
“Oh my God! I can’t believe you let me sleep so late. Aren’t you going to be late for work?”
“I’m taking the morning off.”
“Okay…” I said, still not quite sure what was happening.
Last night had been so magnificently brilliant. I couldn’t even quite square it in my mind. What did it all mean? Brakkus was still my boss. But last night… I’d violated my contract. If the agency found out, I’d be let go.
I took a bite of bacon, chewing on the predicament I was in.
“You eat. I’m going to run a bath.”
“Okay…” I said, my voice small. He wasn’t pulling away, and he wasn’t telling me what was going on. All I could do was trust and wing it.
He disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard the water flowing into the tub. I took a bite of the waffle with rich maple syrup. He came back into the bedroom when I’d finished eating, set the tray aside, and took my hand, helping me out of the bed.
He led me into the bathroom, the lights dimmed low. Candles were lit around the bathtub. I was still naked, and Brakkus was in sweatpants and a T-shirt, still in his human form.
“I thought you could use a bath.”
The tub was full and the water smelled of lavender and sandalwood. He took my hand and helped me step into the tub. I sank into the water, the warm liquid luxuriant against my skin.
Brakkus began to strip down. First the shoes came off, then the T-shirt, sweats, and finally the boxers. When he dropped his underwear, my eyes widened like saucers. His cock was… well it matched the rest of him.
I didn’t have time to react because he was up and in the tub in a split second.
“What made you think of all this?” I asked, splashing water on my face. I wasn’t used to anyone putting so much effort into doing anything for me. I was always the one doing for others, and I was getting a bit of whiplash. I had to admit, it felt a little uncomfortable.
“I told you, I thought you could use a bath. After last night. You were in the pool and then… in my bed.”
“About that…” I started.
“Hmmm?” he said. “Lean back, wet your hair.”
We were sitting on the bench seat at the edge of the tub, so I moved out and leaned back while Brakkus cradled me in his arms.
When I came back up, I sat back on the bench, and he turned me away from him so he could run shampoo through my hair. The scent of lavender and sandalwood intensified as Brakkus’s strong fingers massaged the suds into my scalp.
“Okay, time to rinse.”
I leaned back again like the first time, Brakkus working the shampoo out of my hair. When I sat up, he had a bar of soap in his hand.
“Come here,” he said, pulling me to him.
He lifted me onto his lap, my back to his chest. I could feel his cock, hardening against my back. The size of it made my brain pop. It reached to the small of my back. I could only imagine what that tool would do to me.
Brakkus began to run the soap over my back and shoulders. Then over my breasts, sudsing them up. Squeezing them with the hand that wasn’t holding the soap.
“Brakkus…?” I gasped as the soap ran down my stomach and between my legs. He washed my core and then rinsed me, setting the soap aside.
“Brakkus,” I gasped as he turned my face to his, kissing me deeply on the mouth as his fingers dipped between my folds.
He pressed my clit, making me moan. My breasts popped above the water as I arched my back against his chest. He cupped my breast in his hand as his fingers pushed inside me.
“Mmm… Brakkus…”
His hand came up to my throat, holding me gently to keep me still. His fingers worked my pussy, thrusting harder and deeper, his cock pressing between the globes of my ass. I gasped, wanting to say his name again, but I found I couldn’t speak.
He held me up in the water, thrusting his fingers deep and hard over my G-spot. His teeth lengthened, gripping the curve of my neck almost hard enough to break the skin.
All I could do was moan and receive. He had total control of my body again. And as unused to letting go as I was, I couldn’t help it. He gave me no room to escape. No room to give. All I could do was take.
His big fingers twitched on my G-spot and my pussy flooded with moisture. My breath caught in my throat as I came, unable to comprehend the flood coming from inside me.
I groaned so loud, I swear the neighbors could hear if they weren’t miles away.
His grip on my throat tightened and then released, his cock twitching against my back.
“Brakkus…” I moaned, tilting my hips up toward him. I stroked his cock with my ass, trying to show him what I wanted.
“What is it, baby?” he asked, stroking my hair. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want… I want your cock inside me.”
He pulled me up and angled his cock forward so it was pressing against my pussy. “This cock?” he asked, his hand returning to my neck.
“Yes. I want it. Please. I…”
“You can have whatever you want from me, Hannah,” he murmured in my ear. “I just need protection.”
He started to move, but I didn’t want him to. “I’m on the pill. For my cycles. It’s… okay.”
His arms tightened around me. And his energy shifted, seeming to become uncontrolled for a split second.
“Fuck,” he said, moving me in his arms.
He lifted me upward, and I was weightless in the water. He angled his cock against my pussy. When the head of him met my entrance, I could tell I’d squirted. Something I’d only heard about like it was a myth. My pussy was so wet, it was almost obscene.
“Fuck,” he said, his voice on the edge of control.
He held me tight against him. One hand across my breasts, the other between my legs to guide himself inside me. I threw my head back against his shoulder, the width of him so thick I thought I might go insane.
“Fuck,” he ground out again. He lowered me down onto him, my pussy taking his massive length, inch by inch.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even breathe. He flicked my clit as he lowered me further. My body stretching to accommodate him. His hand moved from my breast to my throat, holding me gently against his shoulder.
When he was seated inside me, I swear I was either having an out-of-body experience or the most embodied experience of my life. All I knew was that I didn’t know who I was anymore.
He began to move, holding me tight against him, his teeth sharp on my neck. I felt like a doll in his arms, and he held me like I was weightless. His six-foot-eight bodybuilder’s frame to my tiny five-foot-five curves. I was putty in his arms.
His cock felt like a brand inside me. And my body was coming like I’d orgasm nonstop until I died. Brakkus moved me slowly, careful with my tiny form. Aware that his cock was magnitudes too big for me. But somehow we fit.
He growled against my shoulder, the teeth sharpening. “You’re mine,” he said, barely letting go.
All I could do was gasp as he began to pick up the pace. He slammed into me, holding me in his arms like a feather. He let go of my neck and held me in his arms, thrusting like a piston into my sopping wet pussy.
“Oh God,” I finally screamed as his cock thickened even further. I was throbbing and squeezing his dick so continuously, I didn’t even know if I ever stopped orgasming.
“Oh, my God. My sweet baby girl. Fuuuuck.”
He slammed into me, coming hard, deep inside me. I felt his come pulsing against my cervix, which sent another wave of pleasure through me.
“Brakkus. Oh, Daddy, yes!”
He held me through the final throes of our shared climax, my mind blank. My body was a bundle of nerves. My heart raced like a horse in the Kentucky Derby.
Finally, he lifted me off of him. The separation of our bodies felt like an amputation. It felt like a loss I couldn’t understand.
He cradled me in his arms, holding me close as he kissed my forehead. “You’re such a good girl,” he whispered, stroking my hair.
“Mmmm… thank you,” I said, resting my head against his chest.
I’d never felt so cared for and held in my entire life. And I didn’t want this feeling to ever end.